Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Indonesia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Throbbing Gristle to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Crime. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Patti Smith,
One Last Wish,
Derrick Morgan,
Alton Ellis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
The Real Kids,
The Slackers,
X-102,
Outsiders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Association,
Ice-T,
Harry Pussy,
Junior Murvin,
The Wake,
The Mummies,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Busters,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Move,
Tubeway Army,
Dennis Brown,
Siglo XX,
Grey Daturas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lungfish,
Bootsy Collins,
A Certain Ratio,
Bluetip,
Icehouse,
The Tremeloes,
Trumans Water,
Peter and Kerry,
Pere Ubu,
The Saints,
Ornette Coleman,
PIL,
Todd Terry,
The Victims,
a-ha,
Reagan Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
Goldenarms,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Sneak,
Davy DMX,
The Fortunes,
The Doors,
The Skatalites,
Youth Brigade,
Jacob Miller,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.